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UPDATE: also for storing memories for Hugtopia Memory share, for Lup and Noctis.

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[The plane roars fully to life and with a sudden burst of speed it takes off from the runway, soaring through the air. They blast through a swirling, colourful wormhole, and the whole world burns white.

As the light fades, a scene plays out.]

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The clouds part, and below them, the desert fades into view. A battle, already raging. He's late, but not too late. Not yet. His blood is pulsing in his veins, and he can feel skin protruding on his face. He feels wretched, but adrenaline carries him to where he needs to go.

Walkure, in the distance. Delta squad struggling to hold back the Knights of Windermere. Three of them break off to charge the singers, wounded and undefended, and he doesn't think- he flies towards them at top speed, guns tearing through the sand between his enemy and her. He lands, half-crashing in his haste (he'd flown in too quickly, too clumsy, he needs to do better, but the Var is already threatening to overwhelm him) and risks opening his cockpit to call out to her. To plead with her, what might be the last time-

"Please, sing, Kaname. Please sing, before I turn Var for good."

He can recognize her hesitation, understand to some degree her reasoning, but all along he's known that she's an equal to Mikumo and Freyja when she puts her heart into it, and he wants her to know it, too. Their voices will never have the sort of effect on him that hers does. When she finally agrees, her smile, determined and fierce and full of the strength he's admired in her for years fills him with hope, and he can't help but smile back as he returns to the sky, tearing through enemy ships with the sort of ease he's never felt before, not on this level. Everyone around him is slow, the machine under his command flawlessly responsive to every reaction, every dodge, every jerk of the controls. This is what he'd been lacking, before. To not think about the future, to only consider the present- Freyja had been right, and he'd needed to hear those words. Whatever the future might bring, his present is here, fighting alongside his comrades. What purpose was there to his existence, what reason did he fail to die two years ago, if he couldn't be a wall between danger and the woman that he loves?

...ah...

...wouldn't it be nice. If he let himself.

She sings AXIA, of course. He'd hoped that she would. He's glad that she had known that. It's the song that saved him back then, and it's the song that will save him again.

And he can save her, this time.

The White Knight dances through the air with him, their planes twisting and twining, gaining and losing the upper hand with each passing moment, and if he wasn't so angry he knows he'd be… enjoying it, deep down. He'd felt that way before, a hidden, shameful thrill at finally finding a worthy rival in the air. No other had ever come close. Now, though? Things have changed. That distraction very nearly cost them all dearly - cost him dearly - and he won't let it happen again. He'll end this, he'll kill this man. He can decide how he feels about it later, but he'd choose the loss of a worthy adversary over her any day of his life.

For now, all he feels is the wind rushing into the vents of his ship, guiding his hand.

He feels the fold waves of her song weave through his veins, calming his rage, suppressing the Var.

He feels the Var fight back, muscles throbbing with pain as he twists the control stick of his plane.

He feels, suddenly, his heart stop.

His hand won't move. He can't dodge in time.

Kana-

The White Knight's attack cuts through his cockpit, a splash of red coating the glass, and then he feels nothing.


<small>[The plane roars fully to life and with a sudden burst of speed it takes off from the runway, soaring through the air. They blast through a swirling, colourful wormhole, and the whole world burns white. As the light fades, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XApuXr7svZA&feature=youtu.be&t=1067">a scene plays out</a>.]</small> <center>---------</center> The clouds part, and below them, the desert fades into view. A battle, already raging. He's late, but not too late. Not yet. His blood is pulsing in his veins, and he can feel skin protruding on his face. He feels wretched, but adrenaline carries him to where he needs to go. Walkure, in the distance. Delta squad struggling to hold back the Knights of Windermere. Three of them break off to charge the singers, wounded and undefended, and he doesn't think- he flies towards them at top speed, guns tearing through the sand between his enemy and <i>her</i>. He lands, half-crashing in his haste (he'd flown in too quickly, too clumsy, he needs to do better, but the Var is already threatening to overwhelm him) and risks opening his cockpit to call out to her. To plead with her, what might be the last time- "Please, sing, Kaname. Please sing, before I turn Var for good." He can recognize her hesitation, understand to some degree her reasoning, but all along he's known that she's an equal to Mikumo and Freyja when she puts her heart into it, and he wants her to know it, too. Their voices will never have the sort of effect on him that hers does. When she finally agrees, her smile, determined and fierce and full of the strength he's admired in her for years fills him with hope, and he can't help but smile back as he returns to the sky, tearing through enemy ships with the sort of ease he's never felt before, not on this level. Everyone around him is slow, the machine under his command flawlessly responsive to every reaction, every dodge, every jerk of the controls. This is what he'd been lacking, before. To not think about the future, to only consider the present- Freyja had been right, and he'd needed to hear those words. Whatever the future might bring, his present is <i>here</i>, fighting alongside his comrades. What purpose was there to his existence, what reason did he fail to die two years ago, if he couldn't be a wall between danger and the woman that he loves? ...ah... ...wouldn't it be nice. If he let himself. She sings AXIA, of course. He'd hoped that she would. He's glad that she had <i>known</i> that. It's the song that saved him back then, and it's the song that will save him again. And he can save <i>her</i>, this time. The White Knight dances through the air with him, their planes twisting and twining, gaining and losing the upper hand with each passing moment, and if he wasn't so angry he knows he'd be… enjoying it, deep down. He'd felt that way before, a hidden, shameful thrill at finally finding a worthy rival in the air. No other had ever come close. Now, though? Things have changed. That distraction very nearly cost them all dearly - cost <i>him</i> dearly - and he won't let it happen again. He'll end this, he'll kill this man. He can decide how he feels about it later, but he'd choose the loss of a worthy adversary over her any day of his life. For now, all he feels is the wind rushing into the vents of his ship, guiding his hand. He feels the fold waves of her song weave through his veins, calming his rage, suppressing the Var. He feels the Var fight back, muscles throbbing with pain as he twists the control stick of his plane. He feels, suddenly, his heart stop. His hand won't move. He can't dodge in time. <i>Kana-</i> The White Knight's attack cuts through his cockpit, a splash of red coating the glass, and then he feels nothing.